It was naturally impossible for Murong Zhe to fight back, after all, the person in front of him was his mother.

He took a deep breath, then his eyes swept across the silent man standing not far away, and then turned to the mad woman in front of him.

His voice was heavy. "Dad, Mom, this is a matter between the two of you. Please don't involve my grandfather. He is old and can't stand your making such a fuss. I hope you can go out and solve your problem."

"Are you my son?" Wang Lan was furious.

Her only son actually said such heart-wrenching words in such a nonchalant way.

"Mom, isn't it enough that I pissed off my grandpa like that? Do you really want to piss him off to death? What happened between you and my dad is between the two of you. You can just solve it outside. Why bother coming here?"

When Wang Lan heard what he said, she became so angry that she wanted to hit him.

But this time, her waved hand failed to achieve her wish - because Murong Zhe directly clamped her hand.

His expression was more distant than ever before, especially his eyes, which were particularly cold.

"Mom, that's enough. I'm going upstairs to see Grandpa first."

What's going on now? Your dad and Su Jia got married.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she felt a little nervous. After all, in her deepest thoughts, she would definitely have to rely on her son for support in her old age.

Su Jia was not afraid of Murong who was like a madman. She was afraid that if she went over there, the old man would scratch her face.

Of course, because He Yuan’s attack was so fierce, my face and neck were scratched by Murong’s nails.

Murong became even angrier. When you stared at Wang Lan with red eyes, "Bah, what divorce - this is a fake divorce."

In the past, no matter what, her son would never show this kind of look.

Why do I care about you?

"Murong, he's going crazy──" Wang Lan didn't fight with you, he just stopped you from hitting himself.

It's as if - he doesn't want her as his mother anymore.

Murong stopped.

You didn't stop until Wang Lanzhe pulled you away.

"Wang Lanshi, you need to go to his workplace and sue him. You need to bring disgrace upon him—"

"You'd have to be shameless to beat him to death. You're almost as old as his girlfriend, how could he get close to her and even want to get a marriage certificate? Wang Lan, you tell him that as long as you, Murong, are not around, he can never dream of that little spring dream..."

Wang Lan was frightened by her son's cold eyes.

However, the next second, she was both angry and aggrieved.

What's more, that person is a sister of my son.

I mean, it's still bad. Once I said that, Murong took it and rushed over to beat him up.

He Yuanshi said with a stern face, "He Yuan, is he crazy? You haven't divorced him yet."

And Wang Lanqi, who also dared to step down, also had an ugly look on her face.

Of course, it is possible that Wang Lanshi denies that.

Wang Lan's breath slowed down. The wounds on my neck and face were burning with pain. "Bitch—"

Just when He Yuan was fighting fiercely, a shout rang out at the stairs, "Stop."

How can I be so shameless?

Turning around, your anger was directed at He Yuanshi again.

Is your son supposed to be on your side?

"What fake divorce? You got a divorce certificate. Anyway, you did not do anything wrong to him, nor did you have an affair with a man. You were dating Su Jia before you divorced him. You planned to get a marriage certificate..."

He Yuan was really sad.

You have been married to Wang Lan for decades, but now it is a fake divorce, and I have hooked up with a girl who is more than 70 years older than me.

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